Artist: E.S.G. f/ Chamillionaire Album: Everyday Street Gangsta Song: Soldier Typed by: Lil Hustle [Hook - 2x] I'm a soldier, you don't want no problems with my team I'm a soldier, army longer than a limousine I'm a soldier, you can't even beat me in your dreams You don't wanna go to war with me [E.S.G.] My platoon filled with goons, so we can't depend on a G-O-V No punchlines on the frontline, give it up to the G-O-D Yeah everyday problems stressing me, but the man up there keep blessing me But like a S-A-T the way they testing me, major labels wanna invest with me Homicide they arrested me, conspiracy they didn't get to me They say hip-hop fans wanna see the G, with ice on the neck and diamonds on his teeth Radio station like a land mine, blow your ass up in no time Nowadays these majors running, so we independent cats get no shine They got no rhyme no swag, and they still get a deal man ain't that sad A&R told em sell out fast, make up a dance and shake your ass Say keep the cash still get paid, E.S.G. Cham' and my dog Shaun Blaze Diamond grill I'm a Navy SEAL, y'all see the wheels them razor blades [Hook - 2x] [Chamillionaire] You would think I was playing basketball, my vest is sure to block a shot I call my glock Michael T, yeah Tyson sure to knock you out Street hustlers know what I'm talking bout, my money be talking if y'all forgot Pull out my paper on the spot, presidential black card like I'm Barack Everyday I have my jewelry, know why I have to have my tooly I touch money that y'all want, Ben Franklin must have the cooties Live my life like that's a movie, I be mad and I be moody Cause y'all boys be acting fruity, as a strawberry banana smoothie I'm humble you should combat the kid, like I'm the lame I'ma be worse than George Bush, be talking bout war like John McCain Diamonds big as my hollow tips, so I load my bullets up on my ring Cock back my right fist and aim, all y'all boys better guard your brain [Hook - 2x] [E.S.G.] Cause I'm a soldier lieutenant, a general by far From the trill ass trenches, and hip-hop be my war Should receive a purple star, but for now it's purple bar Shoulda trade my army tank, for a candy purple car Sour apple Chevrolet, yeah I call it green beret Now look how many soldiers, in Iraq die everyday While we whip coupe with two hands, they dying in the Sudan This song ain't for ring tones, this one for my true fans Crooked CEO's, be playing with my bread These dirty record stores, they love to bootleg But I can't forget the critics, who hate on a Hogg I'm a soldier in the battlefield, and y'all just love to blog get it [Hook - 2x]